"They really put on a show here," Hendriks muttered. The girl glanced at the invitations he was clutching and beckoned them to follow her. She led the way, twitching her hips invitingly.
A bright aluminoid door loomed before them. The girl touched a switch and the door slid back, revealing the actual interior of the theater.
Hendriks gasped.
It was nearly the size of a football stadium. Where the playing field should be were seats, elaborate plush pneumatic affairs. And ringing the seats was the Screen.
The Screen covered the entire walls, floor, ceiling. It hemmed the audience in completely. As Hendriks took his seat, he felt totally surrounded by it.
They waited impatiently for the half hour to pass. The theater filled up rapidly, with first-nighters in all their finery.
"I'm glad we wore our formal clothes, dear."
"Yes," Hendriks said, looking at the others. "This is quite an event. Quite an event."
The theater was totally filled by 8 P. M. sharp; the corps of near-nude usherettes performed their job swiftly and efficiently.